Two weeks ago, Alessa Armistead had been one of the leading writers for the Interdimensional Expatriot Liberation Front newsgroup, a small yet passionate organization dedicated to ending the exploitation of those persons so rudely pulled from their home-worlds and pressed into all manner of service-roles. The exact nature of the service varied depending on what was in vogue amongst the rich and powerful at the time, though said roles were almost invariable involved entertainment of some stripe. The establishment was, of course, quick to argue that this was simply recompense for a service. After all, every dimensional extrication was carried out with explicit consent from the being in question, and oftentimes said beings came from circumstances which were significantly worse than those they ended up in following placement in their new role. But those of the Interdimensional Expatriot Liberation Front pointed out that the 'recompense' which the newly transformed were expected to provide was an undefined quantity- There was no contract which defined what was owed and how it was being repaid, and that being 'extricated' likewise granted no citizenship or legal protections. They were taken, processed, and even sold like products. Abuse and torture were, of course, strictly forbidden, and even the Liberation Front was forced to admit that their health was well-attended to, but that still didn't change the fact that they were effectively enslaved! But it was the particularly [i]undignified[/i] nature of the most recent 'cherubs' trend that drove Alessa to act. She'd never considered herself a genius, but she [i]had[/i] always been more technically apt than average, and the following weekend had seen her going on a spree of website-vandalism and social engineering crank-calling until at last she'd tired herself out. A few days later, she was arrested. Alessa had the admit, she'd been sloppy. In her passion, she'd made almost no effort to cover her tracks. It was no wonder that she'd been caught so quickly. And when it came time for her local Municipal Tribunal to pass judgment, the sentence shocked her. "Ms. Armistead. Given the brazen nature of your crimes, and the obvious lack of remorse, I am tempted to sentence you harshly." The judge, a thick-figured bear woman with brown fur and deep brown eyes stared harshly down at the cheetah-woman from the podium as she spoke. "But I have an inkling that your problem is moreso one of education than of malice, and so I've taken a different tack. You are to undergo a state-mandated full-body transformation, equivalent to the 'gigaplush-femme' package offered by most morph-clinics, and 'adopt' a cherub-companion immediately following your convalescence." The judge's gavel rang down, rendering the ruling final. "W-what... You're [i]kidding[/i]. I can't- I'm not even..." Alessa stammered, shaking her head. Already the bailiffs were closing in, taking hold of her by the arms, dragging her out of the courtroom and towards her new fate. Some would have been delighted to be in her position- After all, she was about to receive a small fortunes' worth of bio-mods and implants. But Alessa? Alessa was terrified. Now, two weeks later, Alessa wobbled down the street, a tooth biting into a plush, pink lower lip, teetering atop her state-issued platform pumps. Everything... [i]Jiggled[/i]. “Nghh, oh dear, this is… Far more trouble than I expected it to be…” The cheetah-woman mumbled under her breath. Her new form was a far-cry from the svelte, toned body she'd possessed before. It didn't help that she couldn't even [i]see[/i] her feet past the expanse of cleavage her bouncing, beachball-sized chest-boulders made… “Just focus on getting to the store… One foot in front of the other…” She gritted her teeth and pressed on, trying to ignore her own reflection in the mirrored glass of the storefronts she passed. She was [i]tacky[/i]. The living, breathing picture of a gaudy, pornographic cougar-MILF. There was no way that Alessa would even consider dressing like this, in an over-tight blouse that showed off her lacy pink bra, in a pencil-skirt which stretched so tightly over her ass that one could easily see the outline of her fattened cheeks. She’d even confirmed that she was completely incapable of changing her hairstyle before she’d gone out the door earlier today. That big, impossible-to-miss rounded bun, nearly the size of her own head and tied up with a single pink band, was here to stay. She took some comfort in the fact that she didn't get [i]too[/i] many stares. The ‘giga-milf’ lifestyle was popular right now, after all, but she still desperately hoped that nobody would actually recognize her. The nightmare scenario would be if she ran into somebody she knew from the liberation movement. The thought alone was enough to get her to pick up the pace, those towering platforms clop-clop-clopping against the pavement as she briskly strutted down the street. She was nearly there, the sign hanging above the sidewalk halfway down the block: [b][center]Cherubic Companions: Adoptions and Supplies[/center][/b] She pressed her hand to the door-handle, overly-long pink french nails clicking against the metal, and got one last look at herself in the mirrored glass. Round, pink-rimmed glasses. Too much makeup. Blue eyeshadow, mascara, blush… She cringed inwardly, but it was hard to notice under all that makeup. Likewise, she was pretty sure that the modifications made it difficult for her facial expressions to deviate overmuch from what could be described as ‘placid contentment’. The air within the shop was pleasantly cool, enough to help soothe the heat of self-consciousness which still suffused her fur. The cheetah-woman's tail swished over her fat rump as she clicked along on her pumps, casting her plump-lipped face from side to side. On her left, a large television blared, playing a program she so desperately wished she wasn't familiar with. "Hannah Husky". Filth used to indoctrinate the poor cherubs against their will. She huffed and turned her head, only to quickly find herself face to face with... Heaven. She could just barely hear the collective mewls and gasps of bliss. Perhaps the soundproofing could've muffled the noise from a single diapered, diminutive figure. But Hannah Husky was on, and that meant that almost every one of them was either mid-climax, or working their way towards one. The sheer volume of their cries was enough to produce a quiet cacophony, one that was positively captivating to the sensibilities of Alessa's humiliating new body... She could feel her nipples bloating with arousal, fat baby-bottle caps that somehow managed to make fat, lewd bulges in her clothing, even through the fabric of her bra and top. She brought a finger to her shiny, pink lips, rubbing her thighs together as she felt the steamy heat building between her legs... "O-Oh..." She said softly, watching as those [i]adorable[/i] little creatures squirmed and moaned and shivered and [i]came[/i]... As they bloated their thick, puffy diapers with boy-cream again and again and again... Some eyed her blearily, their vision focusing in on her massive expanse of fuzzy cleavage, new material for them to dazedly hump away to. Others craned their necks to see around her, still fixated on Hannah Husky. Alessa ran her tongue across her lips, took a jiggling, bouncing step towards the display-cases, and- "May I help you, ma'am?" The fox had to crane her neck a bit to look up at the tall, thick-bodied cheetah woman. Alessa gasped, shaking her head, blushing a she realized just how [i]enraptured[/i] she'd become. "A-ah, well..." The motherly fur scratched the back of her head, chuckling nervously. "I was told that you'd be expecting me, ah... Alessa Armistead?" "Hmmh... Ah! Right!" The fox-woman's face lit up with recognition. "Right, ma'am, we received the notice. Payment's already been arranged for whatever you'd like- And I'll start getting together the 'starter kit', that's free of charge too. Feel free to browse while you wait!" For a moment, Alessa was dumbfounded. She felt almost as if she was being treated as royalty. Her heart fluttered, the excitement mingling with terror as she realized that the dark temptation her tormentors had meant to subject her to had already begun seeping into her heart. She gulped and cast a glance towards the counter, but the fox had already made her way into the back of the shop. Nghh, that woman expected her to just... Pick one!? She turned her attention back to the cases, hands on her hips, nervously scanning row after row... Some of the boys had calmed a tad, now sitting on their padded asses whilst they looked upwards at her curiously. Others were still in the throes of passion... And to her shame, Alessa found that those were the ones which most interested her. In particular, there was a white-furred little bunny, still watching the television through the gap between her legs... Chris had barely noticed her arrival, too utterly enamored with his "Hannah Humpy Times" to be distracted by this strange new woman. That only started to change after the sharp sensation of climax crashed down on him once more, his lips curving into an expression of ribald bliss as his balls clenched and once again filled his diaper with a load of hot, gooey nut... As much as he hated to say it, he was starting to grow fond of the sensation, huffing gently as he wiggled his hips and rubbed the length of his throbbing boner (could he even go soft anymore!?) against the delightfully gooey, lubed-up insides of her diaper. But his post-nut clarity did allow him to [i]finally[/i] register the presence of this new individual. "Ahh... B-Big! BIG WADY!" He gasped, his diaper dragging along the floor as he reflexively retreated towards the back of the box. Somehow, this cheetah-MILF was bigger than Hannah... And Chris' cheeks blushed all the brighter as he realized that her erect nipples were poking straight through her top. His heart pounded in his little chest, she was staring right at him, and the look she was giving him told Chris that her heart was doing the same. Was she... Here to 'purchase' him? Chris felt his blood run cold as he was once again forced to grapple with the fact that he was apparently merchandise of some stripe. The fox-woman soon returned, her unexpected arrival causing the cheetah to jump and jiggle in ways that made Chris coo... Their speech was mostly inaudible to Chris, but it seemed that they were narrowing in on a decision. His suspicions were proven correct when the fox reached down to lift his box once more, carrying him towards the front counter of the shop... "We'll get him changed again before you head out, they tend to get a little messy when Hannah's on, though you can do the honors if you'd like~" The fox said. She opened the box and, in one swift motion, hooked the pacifier off the bottom of the box and plopped it into Chris' mouth. Instantly his thoughts of rebellion died, temporarily replaced by the handjob-like pleasure he felt in his dick every time he suckled that plastic nipple-nub... "Ah, well..." For a moment, Alessa considered whether she should actually take that offer. If she... [i]Had[/i] to do this, she'd best make sure she knows how to change the poor dear, right? There was another part of her which had significantly less academic motivations, but she tried to put those thoughts out of mind. "I suppose I should, just to make sure that I've... Got it down." She gave the cashier a nervous grin. "Ohhh, a first time owner, hmm~?" "You... Could say that." Alessa resisted the urge to grit her teeth. But she had to play along, it was part of her punishment... She knew full well that going off script would earn her nothing but a harsher sentence. Without consciously noticing, she began to stroke the top of the squirming bun's head, causing Chris coo softly into his pacifier. "How often is he going to be, ah... 'Making stickies?'" She felt overheated, to actually be having this conversation...- "Oh, well usually it's best to make sure that he goes 'pew pew' in his diapers at least once an hour... And that's a bit of a minimum. But it's quite important to keep him 'stimulated'. Of course, you don't have to worry about overnight, he'll have plenty of wet-dreams on his own. But you see, if they get backed up, there's a significant chance of [i]permanent[/i] testicular swelling." Alessa's sex clenched. "Ah... Swelling, huh...?" God, she was sure that the little guy had massive balls already, but the thought of them getting bigger... It was almost intoxicating to her newfound sensibilities. "Goodness, I should... Check him right now!" She stammered, hungrily grabbing Chris from the cashier's arms before waddling over towards the door. The fox let out a little chuckle of amusement, her eyes shifting down to where Alessa's thighs emerged from her pencil-skirt, and the obvious trail of moisture that ran along her spotted fur~ "No worries~ I'll get all the stuff loaded into your car while you two get 'acquainted'." The shop's small changing room was behind the counter, and it was only once Alessa had finished squeezing her fat-rumped form inside that she truly came face to face with the reality of what she was about to do. Chris looked up at her from the table, wide-eyed and more than a little scare-roused. From his point of view, he wasn't sure whether to be terrified by that cartoonishly curvaceous woman, who towered over him like some ancient Greek colossus, or achingly [i]aroused[/i] by her! "Right, so I just need to..." Quivering hands went down to his diaper, and for some reason the thought of removing Chris' pacifier didn't so much as cross her mind. She undid the front, only to gasp as his slick length sprung free with enough force to nearly strike her in the face! "Oh goodness, y-you're... Excited!" She gasped, sounding a tad too enthusiastic herself. Chris was trying to work up the willpower to spit out his pacifier, but that was always a difficult battle. He could tell that something about this woman was different from the cashier. Even after spending the better part of the morning cumming his brains out, Chris could tell that this cheetah lady lacked the apathy, the [i]disinterest[/i] that he'd seen on display before. If he could just get through to her... But at the same time, Alessa was fighting her own battle. New urges, unlike anything she had ever felt before, welled up within her. She could feel her mouth filling with saliva, her cunt [i]pulsing[/i] between her legs. She ran her fingers over her gaudy, pink-painted lips, so ridiculously glossy and caked with makeup, and so plush and [i]thick[/i], that Chris could practically see his own reflection in them. She wanted to... She [i][b]needed[/b][/i] to- [center][b]*SCHLURRRPK!*[/b][/center] She leaned forwards and wrapped those glossy dickpillows around Chris' entire shaft in one fluid motion, pinning the little bun's legs under her massive bust. Chris' whole world was consumed by the sensation of soft, [i]wet[/i] plushness, his little hands gripping the table, his eyes rolling back in his head. Her eyes glazed blank with her own satisfaction as she bobbed her head up and down, up and down, lips dragging tightly along the length of his swollen bunny-meat. He could feel her tongue strooooking up the underside of his fat cock... Oh god, oh god, this was [i]way[/i] better than the toy that had been used to milk him this morning... He moaned into his pacifier, a keening sound that slowly rose into a pleasured squeal, before finally unloading in Alessa's mouth. On a conscious level, Alessa noted that she probably would've found the taste revolting prior to her transformation. After all, it was... Salty, a little bitter, though it did have a hint of sweetness that she doubted was typical of cum. There was also [i]so much of it.[/i] No wonder these little tarts needed diapers~ But... The blissful expression in her eyes slowly faded. Oh god, what had she just [i]done?![/i] [b]*GLUP!*[/b] She swallowed the mouthful Chris had given her, swirling her tongue about his glans as she enjoyed the waning results of his climax, and then pulled free, letting his somewhat-softer cock flop back down between his legs. "A-ahah... Oh goodness, I'm sorry, this isn't [i]me[/i], really I-" She burped. She stood there, embarrassed, her cheeks hot, not just at what she'd done, but the fact that she'd actually swallowed enough of his load that it had made her [i]burp[/i]! She tried to come up with excuses, tried to figure out how to [i]explain[/i] what she'd just done, but it didn't seem as if the little bunny was in much of a position to hear it. Chris was still staring towards the ceiling, his eyes glazed with bliss and his lips curved into a goofy little smile. "L-Let me just... Get things back on track." The wobbling MILF stammered, tugging his cummy diaper from beneath his rump and producing a new set of padded pamps... She had to admit it, she adored the way he squirmed and moaned. The way he writhed in ecstasy as that dry, cottony softness graced his fluffy bunny-butt... "That's right... We'll get you in a fresh diaper, and then we'll head on home and I can... Can..." Her hands worked expertly to pack him back up, even as her mind hitched. What she had meant to say, when she'd begun speaking that sentence, was that she wanted to get him back home so that she could explain this whole mess to him. Tell him that she was on [i]his[/i] side... But what had come to mind, so shamefully, was her enjoying his sexed-up little body in more ways than just an impromptu blowjob... "Well... We'll work things out." Alessa sighed. Having finished re-dressing Chris, she cradled him over her shoulder and made her way out of the changing room, out of the store, out onto the sidewalk. Soon, they were making their way down the street, towards the parking-lot where the wobbling, bouncing pile of cheetah-curves that had once been a young activist had parked her car.